You are
Peering at me
Through glass
A screen
A phone call
The modern equivalent of
Love confessions on balconies
Handwritten poetry
On yellowing parchment
A courtship
A sweetheart
A hand in your own
We still hold hands
But FaceTime calls
Have taken over
So when the longing
Is taking over
I call you
And although I am well versed
In modern technology
It is a little strange
that I can see your face
And not feel an embrace
So naturally
I am slightly overwhelmed
Because you are there
But you are not
And it is so close
But it is not enough
It is not the same
I want to kiss
I want more than this
And I have never been good
At holding back tears
Ive been trying to improve
My poker face for years
But it isn’t for me
So they are dripping
Down my cheeks
You say
“I can see the stars
in your eyes
when you cry”
and immediately follow it up
With a sarcastic imitation of my voice
“that’s going in a poem”
Oh, Owen
How can you say
Something so profoundly poetic
When you are so far away
Only to eventually come back
And impulsively
Lick my face
How can you be
So romantic
And dramatic
When I am not there
To proclaim
My love
From the rooftops
Why
Are you not
With me
On the rooftops
We could be dancing
Prancing
Like star-crossed lovers
Obsessed with each other
I want you
More than I have ever wanted
Anything
And I know
How incredibly cliche
But you are smiling at me
At the tear tracks on my cheeks
Through a screen
All all I can think
All I can dream
Is you
Next to me.
12:04am - 13/05/26 - my bathroom.